You were riding in the car with your boyfriend Michael mancardiac arrest. He was driving, but he made you sit in the backseat because he said he didn't want to see your ugly ass face. He had that 2009 Justin Bieber cranked and he whipped along to the music with each turn that he made. "Michael can I please move to the front seat?" You beg him like the whiny little brat you are. "I guess, but you have to lick off my toe fungus for the next week and a half." You agree, it's worth it for the front seat. When you get up there, you suddenly hear a loud noise. It's the sound of Michael passing gas. "Michael roll down a window that's disgusting" you say before you can even smell it. Suddenly you are hit with a Oder that smells like Kanye wests dirty socks and your uncle Gregs toilet after taco Tuesday. You start to choke and you're sure you're going to die. You desperately try to roll down the window but Michael has locked them. The stench of his fart makes your eyes water and your nose burn. You're suffocating in his fart. "I'm sick of your complaining" Michael says as he finally rolls down the window. You are relieved, but then he pushes you out onto the freeway and speeds off. At least there's fresh air. The end.
